Lyrics:
I be hangin in Harlem and
My shit is for real here
If you battle L you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread
You can't kill me I was born
in my mind
Powerful mind keep the hate out my heart
When I was born I was blessed with the arts
Come from the struggle it's rough from the start
Kush
fix your problems but you won't face them alone
Imma hold ya hand we can make it through the storm
Knew that I was different momma knew since I was born
[Verse 1]
I was born in the decade of keep it real son
Put up ya two fist, and dare a cat to run
Pumas and Adidas, jump rope and fun
Girls thinking
You know
I was never born in the trenches
But my whole life I was living in a trap
Pops came out of poverty
Out the mud he hit the lottery
Thankful
Kardash' imma filla
Came straight from the villa
Big 4 not 5
Fuck when the nigga was running
Them pistols was jumping
I promise ill go straight to hell if I
Beep!
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold digging for them
Girl cologne you smashin' it
Jump in take a spin destination Staten
I have you home by ten, Shorty started laughin'
She replied, "Street, you
felt everything was equal
He was arrested they convicted for insurrection
How the fuck it's insurrection I call it dissension
Gave him 5 years when
to the neck
Don't. Forget. To double tap double tap
Cats down flat but the corpse clapped back
Infact
I woulda left a tunnel in his back
But you put down
The gypsy woman told my mother, while fore I was born,
I gotta boy child comin, he's gonna be a son of a gun,
He gonna make pretty womens, jump
can't lie
Born true and born fly
Don't smoke born high
Jugg work to get by
Sacs fifth to get fly
Shawty wanna stay the night
She gonna have to take flight
of his company
Was rudely interrupted by his secretary, Josephine
Gracelessly barging into the room to inform him
Of his wife, on the telephone with
brains like lobotomies
Still thoughts to charts of Billboard's
Throw pour ill spores, leave niggas stiff like still-borns
I want all you brothers
Threw it back, let him munch the cat, sorta sound like this *Minecraft eating sfx*
[Bridge: Louverture]
Lethal weapon by my side - I done made some
See I was once told that the heart wants who the heart wants
But I feel your pride, your inner thighs in my eyes will decline such a T
I love her
niggas, with no guns throwin Heinekens
[Benzino]
By the time you hear this verse, I done staked you out
Me, V nailed and hearse, layin at your house
the third
Who went by the nickname of Buddy
Led a life that tells a helluva story
But today is the day that it ends
He Was the only son of Peggy and Louis
makes me feel alive
Tattoos and Chanel No. 5
Louisa May? Yea this is Betty Sue
I don't mean to gossip but I heard that Travis was down by the watering
sunspot
You bum a lot
Cause yo ass is bombaclot
Cats get mad
Cause I'm honest with mine
If you was honest with yours
Then everything would be fine
what you don't have so far neither one's happened
But I was told by my peeps play your cards right
Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype
That
what you don't have so far neither one's happened
But I was told by my peeps play your cards right
Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype
That
a jerk
I thought man all of this cause I
Was trying to get to work
I could've got away I almost had 'em shook
Til this girl walked by something
Said not
ya before slide in ya
So we meet up, shorty kicking her feet up
With Adidas and a v-cut, sheesh
I was geeking and sneaking a couple peeks at the way
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